BiG Boar
12-22-2010, 01:30 AM
A killer hunting season
This fall has been absolutely incredible to say the least! With a job that can travel with mobile internet, I switched to the bell network and put some miles on the truck, on the quad, and even more so, on the boots. I started the season tipping the scale at 245lbs and this morning weighed in at 215. I wasn’t much of a hiker before, in fact I dreaded “hikes”, but I have since learned to slow down and enjoy just getting to look over another mountain. A cliché yes, but the more you hike the easier it becomes.
Between spring bear and turkey hunting was fishing season. I went out with a few people, one a friend I met on HBC, named pnbrock. He’s a hell of a good fisherman, and I learned a ton fishing with him. We did well and had a lot of fun doing it. It was definitely a good pause between hunting seasons.
First up was my first white tailed deer hunt. Manitoba style. I met another great friend on HBC who offered to take me out to shoot a big old prairie buck. Who wouldn’t want to do that? Not to mention that this guy was incredible at hunting whitetail! I have never thought one could know deer so well. He knew where they were traveling, what they were doing, who was there, and when they did it. I got set up in one of many tree stands, twice daily and for 40 hours over the course of a week, waiting patiently for one of the big bruisers on the trail cam. Mostly does and one small buck had come by over the week. Then on the second to last day I saw a doe coming by followed by a 4x4 buck. It wasn’t one of the monsters from the pictures, but it was go time. At 20 yards he stopped broadside and looked up at the fellow in the tree. Unfortunately for him, I had already drawn, and my finger was gently touching the trigger. What looked like a perfect shot was tracked an hour later. There was blood, but something didn’t seem right. 200 yards down the hill we jumped him from his death bed. So we decided to pull out and go for breakfast. 3 hours later and another 200 yards further we found my first archery whitetail all piled up. What a terrific hunt! Can’t wait to go back and do it all over again.
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http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_0656.jpg
This fall has been absolutely incredible to say the least! With a job that can travel with mobile internet, I switched to the bell network and put some miles on the truck, on the quad, and even more so, on the boots. I started the season tipping the scale at 245lbs and this morning weighed in at 215. I wasn’t much of a hiker before, in fact I dreaded “hikes”, but I have since learned to slow down and enjoy just getting to look over another mountain. A cliché yes, but the more you hike the easier it becomes.
Between spring bear and turkey hunting was fishing season. I went out with a few people, one a friend I met on HBC, named pnbrock. He’s a hell of a good fisherman, and I learned a ton fishing with him. We did well and had a lot of fun doing it. It was definitely a good pause between hunting seasons.
First up was my first white tailed deer hunt. Manitoba style. I met another great friend on HBC who offered to take me out to shoot a big old prairie buck. Who wouldn’t want to do that? Not to mention that this guy was incredible at hunting whitetail! I have never thought one could know deer so well. He knew where they were traveling, what they were doing, who was there, and when they did it. I got set up in one of many tree stands, twice daily and for 40 hours over the course of a week, waiting patiently for one of the big bruisers on the trail cam. Mostly does and one small buck had come by over the week. Then on the second to last day I saw a doe coming by followed by a 4x4 buck. It wasn’t one of the monsters from the pictures, but it was go time. At 20 yards he stopped broadside and looked up at the fellow in the tree. Unfortunately for him, I had already drawn, and my finger was gently touching the trigger. What looked like a perfect shot was tracked an hour later. There was blood, but something didn’t seem right. 200 yards down the hill we jumped him from his death bed. So we decided to pull out and go for breakfast. 3 hours later and another 200 yards further we found my first archery whitetail all piled up. What a terrific hunt! Can’t wait to go back and do it all over again.
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_0639.jpg
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_0642.jpg
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_0646.jpg
http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn5/bigbore14/IMG_0656.jpg